"I also hoped to raise my cultivation as soon as possible."
Qin Shaofeng did not dare say much, only giving a bitter smile. "If one day my cultivation can reach Master's level, I will surely wield my blade to slaughter the entire ghost corpse race and avenge Master."
"Revenge?"
Xuanwu's voice trembled slightly.
He had never expected Qin Shaofeng to say such a thing.
Yet as a divine beast that had lived for thousands of years, how could he fail to hear that Qin Shaofeng had deliberately said this merely to give him a reason to keep living?
Could he truly leave this hatred unavenged?
Obviously not.
But what should I do?
Wujin Xuan's life seemed to be nearing its end.
Even if he had not yet perished, he could only hold on for a few more hours at most.
And if I were to nurture this boy, it would take at least years, more than a decade, perhaps decades, even centuries.
Old ghost... could he truly wait that long?
Would he...
Would he be lonely?
Xuanwu had clearly sunk into self-doubt.
Yet Qin Shaofeng's attention never dared leave that Royal Ghost Corpse.
It was precisely while Xuanwu was questioning himself.
That Qin Shaofeng suddenly sensed that vague Death Crisis seemed about to descend.
"Senior!"
Qin Shaofeng hurriedly shouted and raised his left arm.
At the same time, the Space Heavenly Diagram was unleashed with all its power.
"Ghost Slash!"
First Slash: Ghost Slash was ready.
It was not that he did not want to use One Blade Nirvana, but the consumption of One Blade Nirvana was simply too great.
When using his previous battle saber, it had not felt too difficult to endure.
But the weight of the Ghost Melody battle saber in his hand was not something he